I wasn't prepared for this...

So much is going on.

Yesterday:
Mom's phone call: It's all like Barbies anyway.
Jessie Martin: Why are you so happy? I just don't know what to believe. I haven't prayed in a while.
Dad: Just be careful, your mom and I know how powerful religion is and the wars that occur.

Today:
Waking up in a funk.
Mandana: SO INTENSE I can barely talk about it. Tears, lack of words, frustration.
Maaneli: Brief, will continue when she gets out of class.
(This last one actually went the best. She doesn't want me to judge others or be close-minded. I told her, because of this, I've never been more open-minded and less judging.)

All I can say, is that this baptism is becoming waaaay more exhausting than I bargained for.
I'll get into the details when I have the time.
And now, I have to get started on studying for my stats midterm tomorrow.

Great. Great. Great.